As Jen struck the stone against the blade of her Swiss army knife again, she began to lose hope. Her arms burned from the effort; her fingers were growing numb in the cold.

“Shit! Why didn’t I ever practice!” Tears burned.

“Heeeelp!” She screamed again, knowing she was too far away for anyone to hear.

Tightening her fleece, she pressed the top snap.

“I’ve got to stay calm, to get through the night. Tomorrow, someone’ll come.”

She struck the blade again and a spark lit the moss. “Thank God,” she murmured as the dark fell in around her.

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About Dawn Quyle Landau

Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.

Even with a fire, night is all encompassing, in my experience. There is that small circle of light, that might provide warmth and some sense of relief, but the night–– it’s sounds, it’s vastness all around, is not put off by that smaller circle. Thanks for the feedback, Nancy; it’s wonderful to find your comment here. 🙂 Now, my question: what is “media res.”

Your character is determined and resourceful. I see her making it through the night and feeling much relieved when morning breaks. Your story has me thinking about how she got there and wondering what will happen next!

Suspenseful, Dawn. I want to know what happens in the morning.
I’m not very good at surviving disasters. I’d be frozen by morning. : )
I enjoyed where you wnet with the prompt. It would have fit the photo
prompt last week too. Have a super weekend.
Isadora 😎

Thanks Izzy! I’m not sure how I would do in such a crisis either, to be honest. I have thought about it often (living in a place where we are out in the wilderness quite regularly) and I can only hope I’d get that fire lit! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. xo

Even with survival training, it can be difficult to do what needs to be done. We suffered terribly in 2017 when Hurricane Irma came through and blasted our home to the point that we went to a shelter. A place I would not want to be in again however short it was – 3 days. We went home and enjoyed the disaster – no lights, no water and no way of cooking except bar b que. Hubby kept me going. I know I’d just sit and stare. I hope to never go through something like that again. But, God doesn’t give us what we can’t handle. I’m sure, somehow, I would have gotten through even with tons of tears. 😎

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Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.